94: Death... or death?

Avila tapped the chin portion of her helmet. There was not even a little dent on it, despite the full force attack of Azekiel's hammer. 

Even Azekiel was surprised, noticing how strong the lady's godly armor was. The attack he had just used should've been able to crush anything, yet this didn't even leave a scratch on the woman's Armor. 

That made him even more amazed at all the scratches that were left on her Armor. Just how strong must those attacks be, to leave behind the scratches on that Armor which was a feat even he couldn't achieve. This lady... She was in a different league altogether. Unfortunately, he couldn't avoid this battle now. 

But first, he needed to help Raphael. His Hammer once again changed into the Gauntlets. He swung his claws toward the Soul Demon, despite having hundreds of meters of distance between them.